Vacation Hall Pass: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  Shit. I needed to get out of this place before I did something I’d regret later. Before the temptation in front of me had me seriously considering Jake’s fantasy.

  Kristi finally came up for air and disentangled herself from Ray's arms. She took him by the hand and brought him over to me. Uh-oh. I didn't like the look on her face. That look always meant trouble.

  "So it's still pretty early and Ray mentioned they had some booze back in their hotel room," Kristi said.

  Crap, crap, crap. This was not happening.

  4: Wingwoman

  "Don't you think we should be getting back to our own hotel room?"

  Kristi grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the pool table where we wouldn't be overheard.

  "Come on Laura, I need this."

  "You want me to go back with you to some strange guy’s hotel room? No way."

  "Laura… They're nice enough. And they did save us earlier."

  "No way."

  "I don't see what the big deal is."

  "I'm married," I said. "I can't be your wing woman no matter how hot the guy is because of Jake!"

  There was a sudden twinkle in Kristi's eye. "So you do think he's hot? I knew it!"

  I blushed and slapped a hand to my mouth. Did I really just say that out loud? Maybe the whiskey was getting to me.

  “Besides,” Kristi said with a thin smile playing across her face. “Something tells me Jake would enjoy it if you went back to their room. Something tells me Jake might even appreciate it if what I heard was right.”

  I groaned and rolled my eyes. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

  "But I did! Come on Laura. Just think of it as another part of our adventure. It's not like you have to fuck the guy, no matter how much you want to." Kristi winked. “No matter how much Jake wants you to.”

  I smacked her on the arm. I glanced at Alex who smiled and made me feel weak in the knees. The words flew out of my mouth before I had a chance to think about them. "Fine. I'll go with you."

  Kristi raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

  I glanced at Alex again. I was going back to their room to help my friend. I wasn’t going because he was so damned hot and knew all the right buttons to push to turn me on. I definitely wasn’t thinking about Jake’s fantasy and how tempting it was starting to sound.

  Kristi giggled and turned to give Ray a thumbs up. He broke into a grin. Alex had a smile of his own plastered across his face. Except that smile wasn't the same as the eager grin of his friend. It was quiet.

  Confident.

  Expectant.

  It sent a shiver running down my spine straight to my pussy.

  As we walked out of the bar I pulled my phone out to check my text messages.

  “who is that?”

  “whats going on?”

  “cmon baby tell me!”

  “im going wild here!”

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  That one was a picture of his hand holding his cock showing me just how wild he was going. I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t help but smile. And seeing my husband’s cock was enough to send another thrill running down my spine. To send a fresh wave of arousal coursing through my pussy. In a way that was a relief. It was nice to know that my husband was still turning me on too, not just this muscular stud we’d run into at the bar.

  I looked up at the muscular stud and he smiled at me. I held up my phone and cocked an eyebrow at him. I was about to take his picture when I had a better idea.

  “C’mere,” I said.

  Alex was more than happy to oblige. He moved in next to me and I decided to get a little naughty. There was just something about feeling his body next to me that made me start thinking the craziest things.

  “Put your arm around me,” I said.

  I held out the phone and took the picture. I double checked that it was a good one. If anything was going to convince Jake that this whole fantasy was ridiculous then the sight of his wife wearing a halter top with no bra snuggled up to some strange muscular frat type would do it. I sent the picture and waited for a moment. The phone buzzed again.

  “holy shit babe”

  I thumbed at my phone. “Kristi wants me to go back to the hotel with these guys… whaddya think hon?”

  Let him chew on that for a minute.

  “Who is that?” Alex asked.

  “My husband,” I said.

  Alex grinned. “He’s a lucky man.”

  I rolled my eyes and I laughed. “Believe it or not he wants you to be a lucky man tonight too.”

  Alex raised an eyebrow. “Is he going to get his wish?”

  My phone buzzed and I held it up to Alex. “That depends on what this message says, now doesn’t it?”

  What was wrong with me? Why was I doing this? Why was I talking about my husband’s family with this hot hunk of meat? Why wasn’t I going back to the hotel room to fuck my husband and get some of this crazy energy out of my system? Why was I hoping the text would let me go back to Alex’s hotel room so that I could get some of this crazy energy out of my system with him instead of my husband?

  I took a deep breath and swiped my phone.

  “have fun tonight babe ;)”

  There was my answer. It was the answer I wanted, and yet now that I had it, now that I was actually contemplating going through with this instead of writing it off as Jake’s ridiculous fantasy, I was nervous. I looked Alex up and down and he returned the favor.

  “Good news for me?” he asked.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I asked.

  I ran a finger along his chest as I moved past him and out into the warm beach air. God he was so fucking hot! I couldn’t believe I was thinking the things I was thinking. I couldn’t believe I was actually considering going through with this. I don’t know what had come over me. I didn’t know where the night was going. Damn!

  We ended up walking down the main drag along the beach. At first I glanced around to make sure Jake wasn't lurking around a corner somewhere, it would be just like him to decide to “go for a stroll” along the street to see if he could catch me with this guy and get a thrill, but he didn’t appear around any corner.

  The second surprise of the evening came when we reached their hotel. It was one of the nicer places, right on the beach. Now keep in mind that nicer is a relative term, especially when it's Daytona we're talking about, but still.

  And their room ended up being a suite on one of the top floors that was bigger than the place we had back at our hotel which was already pretty swanky. Well, pretty swanky relative to everything else. Apparently these guys had some money to back up their frat boy image.

  "So where's this beer you were talking about?" Kristi asked.

  "I have some in the mini fridge back in my room," Ray said.

  "All right! Bring it on," Kristi said.

  And with that she was gone like a flash down the dark hall that led to Ray's bedroom. Ray grinned at Alex and didn't waste a single moment following her. A door slammed shut somewhere in the darkness and I was left standing in the living area with this gorgeous man, not my husband, who I'd only met that night. My pulse was picking up. My breath was coming in ragged gasps. I felt impossibly hot and I was so damn wet and excited between my legs.

  It felt like Jake was finally getting his wish. I was finally getting into his fantasy. Damn him.

  5: Fantasy Fulfillment

  I sat on a couch in the big living area, perpendicular from where Alex was sitting. I was so fucking nervous all of a sudden. I felt like I was on a first date or something. It felt weird, and it was also such a turn on. I could hear muffled conversation from the room down the hall, but couldn't make out exactly what they were saying.

  Alex stood and moved to sit next to me. I tried not to think about how hot he looked sitting there in that tight fitting polo and jeans that outlined every rock hard curve of his muscular body. I jumped as a thick finger gently ran along my shoulder. His touch sent goosebumps running down my b
ody. My nipples strained against my halter top. I leaned in and rubbed my cheek against that hand without thinking, but as soon as I realized what I was doing I pushed away.

  Alex raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”

  "I’m just a little nervous,” I said. “I haven’t… y’know… since I got married."

  That chiseled face with the barest hint of well-kept beard regarded me with a hungry, lustful stare that sent a fresh wave of wetness into my bikini bottoms. Something about that look told me that telling Alex he’d be the first guy I’d been with since I was married just ratcheted up his desire a few notches. I squeezed my legs together and shuddered.

  "You don’t need to be nervous," he said.

  "I can’t help it."

  He laughed that deep rolling laugh and then his smiling face was right next to mine. I felt the strength of his powerful and muscular body as he shifted next to me and moved to wrap an arm around my shoulder. I felt tiny under that muscled arm. I felt secure under that muscled arm.

  I felt more turned on under that muscled arm than I'd been in years.

  His lips brushed against my ear and I let out an involuntary shudder and sighed.

  "Don’t be nervous," he said. “Just go with it and have fun. It’s what hubby would want.”

  Fingers traced a line around my shoulder and then moved behind my neck. I felt a tug on my halter top and the straps to my shirt were falling. My tits were exposed to a man other than my husband for the first time since Jake and I started dating back in college, my nipples straining and pressing out. Begging for attention. Begging for his touch, the touch of another man, which he was more than happy to provide.

  I couldn't help myself. I let out a contented sigh as his hand closed around my tit and traced circles around my nipple.

  What was I doing? This was crazy! How did I end up sitting here topless in some strangers hotel room with his hands on my tits? I was married, for God's sake! And yet he’d probably be so fucking turned on if he knew what was happening. Which gave me an idea.

  I reached back and fished my phone out of my back pocket. Alex looked over at it as he leaned forward and his tongue flicked out and ran along my ear lobe. I sighed again as I held my hand out and snapped a quick picture and double checked that it turned out okay.

  It turned out just fine. There in all its HD glory was a picture of me sitting on a couch in some strange hotel suite with my halter top down around my waist and another man running his hands over my tits as his tongue flicked out to run along my ear.

  I hesitated for a moment then hit send. Jake always said he wanted this. Well now he was getting it.

  "Alex, this is so wrong but it feels so damn good."

  I let out a surprised and delighted squeal as his other hand circled around my waist and then those powerful arms were pulling me up and swinging me around. I wrapped my legs around him, his rock hard cock pressing up through his jeans against my bikini clad pussy under the jean skirt I wore, his powerful chest pressing against the tips of my nipples through the tank top.

  "I think we should do something that’ll drive your husband wild," he said.

  I felt a surge of excitement course through my body as he said that. The feeling was so naughty and unexpected that I stopped the slow but insistent grinding I was doing against that delicious cock.

  "Say that again."

  "What?"

  "What did you say about my husband?"

  Alex raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes as he stared at my face for a moment. He pressed his cock against my pussy in a slow grind that was rubbing against my clit and setting off small fireworks with every thrust, and we weren't even touching yet. God that felt so good. As he looked into my face and realized that I was sitting there slack-jawed reveling in the feel of his body he grinned.

  "I’m going to take full advantage of hubby wanting his hot piece of ass to get fucked by someone else," Alex said.

  I threw back my head and arched my tits, pressing them forward so that they were against his face and reveling in the feel of his lips against my tits. His tongue flicked out and left a wet trail against one of my nipples as I let out a moan.

  His hands circled around to my ass underneath my jean skirt. He pulled my ass against him, pressing that cock against me even harder.

  "I'm going to make your husband regret the day he ever decided to let a hot little piece like you go to a bar without him," Alex said.

  God his dirty talk was turning me on more than I ever would have imagined, though something told me Jake wasn’t going to regret a bit of this when I told him about it later. And I realized that it was turning me on thinking about telling him about this later. Of course I wasn’t going to mention that to Alex. He seemed to get off on humiliating my husband a little, and I figured it didn’t hurt anything to let him have his fun. Besides, his dirty talk was so hot. It felt so wrong. Almost as wrong as me grinding my pussy against the cock of some college hottie I'd just met.

  "Oh God yes," I sighed. "I need to be your bad little slut."

  Just saying those words sent another thrill running through my body and set off fireworks in my pussy that ran up through my stomach to the tips of my tits and all the way up to the top of my head. What had come over me?

  How had I waited this long to give in to this particular dirty fantasy?

  One of those powerful and thick hands continued moving around my ass until his finger was exploring my bikini covered pussy. I pressed down and luxuriated in the sensation of his thick cock pressing up and his finger exploring the folds of my pussy through my bikini bottoms.

  God, his finger was almost as thick as Jake's cock. I’m not one of those girls who thinks that size is everything, but damn did it feel good. Something that I'd never felt before with my husband!

  I leaned down as his finger continued its exploration around the outer edges of my pussy through my soaked bikini bottoms. I kissed along his neck and then moved up to nibble on his ear. If he was getting off on me being married then I’d give him what he wanted. It’d be more fun to tell Jake all about it later if I slutted it up a little anyways.

  "No Alex, you shouldn't do that. You shouldn't have your fingers on my tight married pussy like that."

  That seemed only to encourage him, and his finger brushed aside my bottoms and a moment later even more fireworks went off inside my head as I felt the tip of his finger pressing against me, exploring the edges of my pussy and feeling better than my husband's cock. That thought sent a surge of guilt running through me, but at the same time his sent a surge of excitement that was equally as powerful as the guilt.

  "Oh yeah Laura? What would he think if he knew some strange guy had his fingers inside his wife's tight little pussy?"

  "Oh God," my response mixed together with a moan. "He would fucking hit you. He would try to beat the shit out of you."

  Not really. He’d probably pull out his cock and start jerking it. He was probably doing that right now to the picture I’d sent him. Whatever. I was going to some weird places mentally trying to accommodate two fantasies at the same time.

  "Then I'd have to beat the shit out of him and take his wife all for myself."

  "Oh fucking God," I screamed at his words, the deep baritone of his voice washing over me and his words causing my body to shudder and my pussy to contract around his finger as my body was wracked with the orgasm I'd been danced around the edge of for the entire evening since I first laid eyes on this beautiful, gorgeous man.

  Tiny explosions of pleasure went off through my body. Even as it happened, I couldn't help but feel some small measure of disappointment. On the rare occasion that I got off first, if I got off at all, with Jake that usually meant that we were about to have another quick session of fucking and then he would roll over and be done. I didn't want the fun to be over with Alex, but why should he be any different?

  Whatever. If this was all I was getting then I was going to enjoy every moment of it. The feel of that massive finger pressing
inside of me, like a miniature cock except for the small fact that it felt bigger than my own husband's. The slight smell of beer on his breath, the feel of his strong jaw against my cheek as I moaned into his mouth while we kissed, his powerful muscles rippling in his arms under that shirt he still hadn't taken off even as my naked tits pressed against him while he continued to his glorious assault on my pussy. This was all so very wrong, and that made it all the more exciting as I rode the crest of my pleasure on this college boy’s fingers.

  But all good things do come to an end, as they say. Those explosions turned to sparks, then even the sparks subsided until I was left with a pleasant glow radiating out from my pussy to the rest of my body as the orgasm subsided. I had to hold myself against Alex and concentrate on taking in deep, ragged breaths as I tried to regain some of my composure.

  I looked down at him and he smiled.

  "Was that good for you?" he asked.

  "You have no idea," I said. "That was the most intense orgasm I've had in a long time."

  "In a long time, huh?" His fingers continued their dance along the sensitive lips of my pussy, sending fresh little jolts of pleasure jumping through my body, although none of them reached the same level as the orgasm I just experienced.

  "Well it's a good thing the night is still young. Because I plan on topping that one."

  "What?"

  Alex wrapped his powerful arms around my waist and lifted me through the air like a rag doll. I was putty in his hands, my head leaning over his shoulder as I kissed along his neck. He stood and then cupped my ass, bringing me down until I was sitting on the couch. I looked down at him, curious as to what he was up to.

  I got my answer right away. He lifted up my jean skirt and then his head was buried in between my legs. I felt a fresh spark as his lips made contact with my bikini clad pussy.